Vanquish Soul Caesar Valius Novels & Stories

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“Sirius, please don’t look at me like that. The Nether Viper Sword is the sacred weapon of Viper’s Den, it shouldn’t just be worth 1.5 billion. Am I right?” “You’re right. It should be worth more than the Tiger Talisman,” Sirius rebuked. The Tiger Talisman was the sacred weapon of the Tiger’s Cave. Sol did not mind Sirius’ sarcastic remarks. He smiled and said, “Sirius, I thought you said you’ve left the Viper’s Den, why are you still defending them? It’s not necessary…” “Shut up!” Before Sol could finish, a frosty voice of a female sounded. Ruth raised her paddle and said, “2.5 billion!”

He asked, gazing intently at me. "I'm fine." I replied and plastered on a fake smile. All I could think about at the moment was how I was going to ruin Sergio's life was good. By the time I would be finished with him, not only his father, but his whole family at large would be affected! Those monsters! Tears welled up in my eyes. I quickly fought them back, but it was already too late. A tear had already fallen. I swiftly wiped it away, before Caesar would see it.

She turned, tapping commands rapidly into her tablet as she moved towards the door. Kairos watched her go, then turned back to the massive screen displaying the useless, false tracker icon. He was in rage, and at the same time, a cold, humorless smile touched his lips. He had created Lucan Vale. He had honed him into the perfect weapon. And now, like any tool that had outlived its purpose or become dangerously flawed, it was time to discard him.

I missed seeing her pretty face, hearing her scream profanities at everyone…I missed having Seraphina Alvaréz under my watch. “What?” I paused, picking up the odd piece of paper sticking out from inside the violin's base. “What? What did you find? Her location? A threat?” In a nanosecond, Lazaro was standing next to me, his eyes flickering with suppressed emotions as he tried to decipher what we were both looking at. “It's…just a musical note.” I whispered, narrowing my eyes as the symbols looked a little too familiar for me to miss. “I'll go get someone who can play the Violin.” Lazaro gritted the words through his teeth, impatience clearly written all over his face as he turned to exit the

~Rhett~ The earth trembles in the presence of their rage. Without a hint, Valor proceeds with speed. His legs run than that of an average human as he lunges for Kael and Valois. But they have no fear in them. Calm, collected, watchful, they let him get near. Like a flash, Kael whirls away to the left followed by Valois tossing some seeds into the air and grows it into a huge bag of manchineel sap, instantly burning Valor's face.

Uncle Scar broke the ice, holding a remote, and powered the projector hanging from the ceiling, revealing a picture of a very familiar Irish fart. "Caius 'The Eagle' Valero," he noted out flipping down the pictures he gathered. Pictures of Carlos and Caius leaving clubs and casinos together. My fist clenched. "He is 67 years old, widowed when his wife died in the car crash 8 years ago. He has two kids, Arturo Valero, 31 years old and Princess Valero who's only 7. Princess's mother is over of the maids in his base. He is one person who had been against Boss V as the chairman. We believe the stubborn mule is the real backer of the ring. The founder." he stopped momentarily, letting the words s

I felt my breath catch, my chest tightening, as his gaze burned into me. “Oh… " It’s you again,” he said, his tone casual but dismissive, like I was some minor inconvenience he didn’t have time for. “Oh… " It’s me,” I muttered under my breath, barely able to meet his eyes. The barista nodded toward him. “There. That’s the man you need. The only one who can take you to Blackthorn. Meet Cairos… Cairos Veylan, the mayor’s son.” Cairos paused mid-step, his eyes flicking toward the barista, then back to me. Cold. Intense. Unyielding.

"Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?" He turned his head and stared at Damont who felt a cold hand squeeze his heart. He trembled slightly and couldn't stare him down so he lowered his eyes. Frost made a 70 million bid and Damont again raised it to 80 million. He was determined to gift Vinca the vase she had desired to get. His small mind was overworking. Vinca had lost her memory so she didn't remember him. Moreover, the kidnapping incident involving him and what followed after was completely wiped off her memory.

"You left it to burn. We’re the ones who planted the seeds." ​"Seeds?" Valerius laughed, a sound like grinding glass. "You’ve spent eighty years playing in the mud while we conquered the silence of the void. We haven't come back to rule you. We’ve come back to harvest the biological data you’ve so kindly refined for us." ​Valerius raised a hand, and a blade of pure, violet energy extended from his wrist. He lunged. ​The Duel in the Deep ​Kael didn't have his Hush-Blade, but he had the 'Restart' shard. As Valerius struck, Kael slammed the shard against the silver scarring on his palm.